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Love Undercover	By : gallygaskins Category: M through R > Robin Hood Views: 1581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12

Guy had wracked his brains all night deciding what to do. He knew he had to find Emily and he knew that that would entail a long drawn out search of Leicester trying to find out where she was and who she'd been sleeping with. He even imagined that there may be a couple of kids in tow too. Not that that mattered, he'd just get the details he wanted from her, come back home and pass them onto a family lawyer for them to deal with it. The sooner it was done the sooner he could be with Jo.

He'd spent a couple of hours sitting in his car outside of her flat wondering whether to knock on her door or not. The visions of her opening the door in her nightwear wetting his appetite for her but he stood firm. She was everything that he desired and he wasn't going to mess everything up with her for the sake of needing her tonight. He looked up to the door once more, "I love you, Jo."

Something caught his eye; he could've sworn he had just seen her living room curtain move. He smiled, if she'd seen him and had been watching him then he could go on with hope in his heart. He turned the car ignition with renewed vigour, it was still early but he knew that by the time he got to Leicester the country would already be starting to wake up to a new day. "I'll be back soon, my love."

He drove through the streets making the M1 in good time. As there wasn't much traffic on his side of the carriageway he could take the journey relatively easily. With each mile that rolled by and each point of the arc the sun progressed along as it came up to his right, he realised that it was another step closer to Jo, another step closer to ultimate happiness. And he couldn't wait.

Finally he pulled up in front of a greying block of flats, the uninviting aspect giving him chills down his spine. He looked at the time, 8.14 am. He shrugged his shoulders, anytime to see his wretch of a brother would be a bad time; at least he'd be in even if he was asleep. He noticed that the lift was broken again and so climbed the six flights of stairs to the flat that his brother occupied. He passed a middle aged woman on the stairs, a young child in her arms and a cigarette hanging out of her mouth. He nodded to her as he continued on his way as quickly as he could, for the longer he envisaged walking through this hell he feared for his own safety. As he walked along the corridor a syringe crushed underfoot. What on earth was this place his brother was living in?

He stood before the front door and without waiting to knock and see if anyone answered he pushed his hand through the letter box feeling for the string that had the door key attached to it. Sure enough it was there and soon he was inside. The stench of beer and cigarettes hit his nostrils as he made his way through the flat; it reminded him of the club and ultimately his reason for being there. He was now in the living room, some of the paintwork was peeling and the wallpaper faded but he didn't care. His brother could rot in hell, not that he wasn't doing a bad job of it already.

In the dim light he could make out a figure passed out on the sofa, beer can in hand and an overflowing ashtray by the side. He peered at the man, attempting to ascertain who it was and decided to wake him. Pulling at the man's arm he pinned it up behind the man's back, pulling it away from the man's body and putting his knee into the small of the man's back. The man squealed. "What the bloody hell ...?"

"Where's Nick Gisborne?" Guy growled.

"I don't know." Guy pulled the man's arm back again making the man cry out in pain. "Who wants to know?"

"His brother."

"His brother?" The man attempted to turn around and look at his attacker, "Guy?"

"Nick?" Guy let the man's arm go and looked at him intently. From behind his brother's hooded expression Guy could make out the same eyes looking back at him. Although this man was his brother he was a shadow of his former self.

"Yes, mate. It's me."

"What happened?"

"What didn't happen?" He returned, "I'm a broken man, Guy. I'm ready to give up the fight." He squeezed his eyes together to get a clearer view of Guy. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for my wife. I want a divorce."

"You've found someone worthy?" Guy just nodded, "You thought she'd be here?"

"No. I don't know, Nick. One of the last times I saw her she was with you."

"That was a long time ago."

"Yes, it was. A long time ago. But I'm not here to reminisce with you. I'm just here to find her. Any ideas?"

"When she walked out on me, she'd started up with Terry Jacklin. Well, in truth, they'd been seeing one another for a while. Once a tart ... eh?" Guy nodded, at least they could agree on that. "Then she was with that Simon Russell, before getting involved with Ant Ferris. Then I don't know what happened to her. Heard she'd moved to London, actually."

London. She'd moved to London. "Where does Ant live, Nick?"

"Over by the backers on the Lincoln Road. He works at the big DIY place over there, plumbing department manager I think." Guy got up and marched toward the front door. He just wanted to get out. "Bye, then."

He stopped and turned back to his brother, "Bye? After everything you've done to me in the past you expect me to say 'bye', like we're old friends or something."

"We're still family."

"Does a normal family have what we have? I loved you. I looked up to you. I wanted you to look after me and take me out with your friends. I wanted us to be close, especially when dad died. But all you could do was throw everything back in my face. Your hatred for me obviously knew no boundaries, did it? Eh? You made me suffer for something I never did and you expect me to be happy about it. I suppose in one respect I should be thanking you, you made me realise what kind of person Emily was. So, thanks. Hopefully by the end of today I can find her, start divorce proceedings and finally rid myself of this living hell that you and she put upon me the day I found you in bed together."

"I'm sorry," Nick said flatly. "I never realised ..."

"Well that's the point isn't it? You never did realise how much you hurt me or anyone else. Everyone never stopped loving you but you were too bloody selfish to understand that, with your drinking and womanising and blaming me for your own inadequacies. I suppose you've been taking drugs too?"

His brother nodded. "Did you know nan and granddad had both gone? Now there's only mum and she's very ill." Guy continued.

"Mum's ill? With what?"

"Why don't you get up off your arse and find out. She's at the hospice."

"Where dad was?" Guy nodded, "Jesus."

Guy had calmed down. "You could say that. Look I've got to go, I'm going to see mum later. Might see you there." It wasn't a question or a request. If his brother ever had the opportunity to take control of his life then this was it. "Bye." He walked from the flat, sucking in large lung full's of relatively fresh air once he'd made it outside. He hoped that he'd never have to return to this place again.

Once in his car he set out for the large DIY store that Nick had told him about. Strangely he felt content; these places had always managed to do that to him. He knew why, ever since he had been a small child his grandfather had brought him to these kinds of places whenever there was a project that needed undertaking. Guy would help out, carrying pots of paint or small pieces of wood, excited at the prospect of helping construct something from the materials or decorate a room. It was something that he still enjoyed doing and. if he were totally honest, something he hoped he could do with Jo.

A vision of them painting a nursery popped into his head, turning quite quickly into the two of them painting one another and making love on top of a crumpled dust sheet. They'd spend the rest of the afternoon in the bath together, washing the paint from each other's body and hair before making love again. He smiled at the prospect before being interrupted by one of the staff.

After apologising and saying that he could find what he wanted he made his way to the plumbing department. He aimlessly wandered up the aisle before choosing an item and walking up to the enquiries desk. "Is the plumbing section manager around?" He asked.

"He should be." The girl behind the desk said. She picked up the phone and made a storewide announcement, "Anthony Ferris wanted in plumbing, customer waiting." She put the receiver down again. "If you go up that aisle there and wait at the desk at the top, he'll be with you shortly."

Guy mumbled his thanks before retracing his earlier steps. He replaced the item he had been holding onto before going to the desk and by the time he got there another man in store uniform was there.

"Hi, are you the customer with the plumbing enquiry?" He smiled.

"Yes and no." Guy replied cryptically. "You're Ant Ferris?"

"Yes." Ant replied a little concerned.

"Hi, I was wondering if you could tell me where I could find Emily Gisborne."

"I'm sorry I don't know anyone of that name." His lips were pressed firmly together. "Now if you'll excuse me."

"Please, Ant. You don't know me but I'm her husband. I need to find her, it's really important."

"That woman never fails to amaze me." His green eyes softened, "thing was, I knew about you and the things she'd done but she was still able to reel me in and keep me wanting. I hate her Mr Gisborne."

"It's Guy," he held out his hand which Ant took, "and I hate her too. I just need to find her so I can arrange my divorce from her. I'm starting with you because yours is the last name my brother gave me. Have you any idea where she might be?"

"Soon after I kicked her out for sleeping with Tom Whittaker, I'd heard she'd moved away. Gone to London."

"Another one. Jesus she must have had more men ..."

"...Than we all had hot dinners put together, mate." Ant jested. "Look, there was that friend of hers. She might know. They had a big bust up. Very public affair on the green in front of the flats. Sam slapped Em around the face, ended up in a cat fight."

"Sam? The one that lost her boyfriend in the accident at Leese's?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Thanks Ant. I'm sorry about what happened with Em."

"It's ok; I knew what she was like beforehand and still thought I could change her. It's my own fault. I hope she's worth it?"

Guy's brows furrowed, "who?"

"The girl you're doing all this for."

"She is, Ant. Very. Bye." So he had to talk to someone else, not that he really minded. He would do it all day if it meant he would find out where his wife was currently residing. Once again he was in his car and driving around Leicester until he pulled up outside some flats that recently seemed to have been painted. He made his way to the one that he thought she lived in and knocked on the door. The door was opened a chink and two eyes peered through the opening. "Is mum or dad around?" He asked the little girl. She shut the door again and he could hear her running off screaming for her mum.

The door opened again to reveal a striking woman in her thirties, her blonde hair plaited in pig tails as her daughter hid behind her skirt. "Well as I live and breathe. Rachel don't be frightened. This man is a gentle giant. Hello Guy."

"Sam? You look amazing."

"Well it's a wonder what a healthy diet and running around after two kids and their father can do for you. Come here." She placed her arms about him and hugged him before letting him go. "How are you?"

"I'm good. You?"

"Well, as you can see, I'm still alive, just. Come in, come in." She ushered him inside and walked him through to the living room.

"I'm surprised you still remembered me."

"Eh, you may not be in your uniform, but I'd never forget those eyes."

"Thanks."

"It's just a shame that I was grieving and Em got her hooks into you first. Cup of tea? Coffee?"

"No, thanks. That's why I'm here actually. I need to find her. I don't suppose you know where she is."

"Why?"

"I want a divorce."

"No." She soothed, her eyes dancing. "Who is she? And what has she done to get you like this?"

"Sam, she's amazing. I thought I knew what love was until I met Jo. The first time I saw her I knew that she and I were meant to be together."

"Where did you meet?"

"In a pub. It was her birthday, she was pretty drunk by the time I saw her but I bought her a drink because the bloke who was supposed to be didn't have any money left. Anyway, they made her get up and sing. Her voice was incredible, I felt powerless when I listened to her. When I next saw her, she was waiting for some of her friends before going home. She had this balloon attached to her arm and it said something about giving her a birthday kiss. So I did. I was blown away by it."

"What happened then?"

"She managed to find me and proceeded to steal my heart."

"What does she do?"

"She's a police officer at the Met. Detective Inspector, like me."

"You seem very happy, Guy."

"I am. I've just got to find Em so I can get the divorce started."

"I suppose you haven't heard."

"About the fight you two had? I went to see Ant Ferris before coming here and he told me."

"Oh yes, another one of her conquests. I don't exactly know where she is but I know she's living in London. Moved down there with a bloke. What was his name? Oh yes, Phillip Rowland, an investment banker. She changed her name too; according to her mother, said that Emily didn't suit her new lifestyle. I hate her. Hate what she did to you. I hate what she's done to them all but you especially. I'm glad you found out when you did else who now's what might have happened."

"Yeah. I'd have never met Jo, that's for sure."

"She sounds wonderful. I do hope I can count on an invitation to the wedding, I have this new hat that I need to air."

He laughed, "as soon as it can be arranged. I'll keep you posted anyway, now I know exactly where you are." They spent a good couple of hours catching up; Guy was even introduced to Sam's husband Gary, whilst he was home for dinner. Gary thanked Guy, he was now finally able to put a face to the man in his wife's stories of the kind liaison policeman who had helped her through so much of her suffering and he was glad to have had the opportunity to meet Guy too.

As Guy drove toward the hospice, he contemplated what he had learnt about Em. So she had moved to London and with an investment banker, no less. She'd changed her name, which wasn't a good sign, but then if he found Rowland then maybe he could find out what she was now calling herself. He decided that as soon as he arrived home he would go and see Robert, maybe he could help Guy find her and they could put an end to all this suffering once and for all. He pulled up outside the building and shut off that part of his brain. This was now the time for just him and his mother.

On his way to his mother's room he passed several nurses that were familiar to him. He greeted them with his lazy smile and saying the odd 'hello'. The door was open as he neared his mother's room, and from within he could hear someone talking.

"Guy came to see me today. He told me a few home truths. I'm sorry mum; I never meant to hurt anyone, least of all you. I don't know what I can do to make things right between us all but I want to try. I don't think Guy would be up for it though. He doesn't seem to want anything to do with me; I might have hated him once, but not anymore. Just that bitch of a wife of his that I hate. She did enough on her own to drive a wedge between Guy and me. She knew exactly what buttons to push. One day she'll get her comeuppance, only hope I'm there to see it.

"Guy wants a divorce from her, mum. I think there's someone else, someone special. He didn't tell me as such but I could tell. Obviously wants to marry her, he says she's worthy, I hope she is, hope she's not like Emily. Not that I think she will be, I think he learnt his lesson there. Do you think that he and I will ever be friends again? That's all I want, he's all I'll have once ... I can't say it. What happened mum? Why are you lying in that bed with a ventilator for company? I'm going to make you a promise now, I'm going to come and see you every day, spend some time with you and we can talk. Would you like that?"

From the doorway, Guy spoke, "I think she'd like that very much. I would too. At least I wouldn't have to feel guilty then that I couldn't get to her myself every day, because I can only allow myself once in a blue moon."

"You could always move back."

"No, Nick, I couldn't. There's nothing left here for me. Em made sure of that. This isn't my home anymore."

"I'm sorry Guy. For everything."

"Yeah. Hey, maybe we could work on the friendship thing, for mum's sake."

"Ok." Nick brightened, "do you want a drink? I'm going to the machine." Guy shook his head, Nick walked out of the room and down the corridor.

Guy took the recently vacated chair of his brother and placed it closer to his mum's head. He bent over and kissed her forehead before sitting in the chair. "Hi, mum. I heard Nick talking about the girl I'm going to marry. She's beautiful, mum. Her name is Jo and she has this lovely wavy chocolate brown hair, her eyes are brown too but her skin is like alabaster, soft, silken and creamy. She has a curvy figure, which I love, and she's about your height. She's intelligent and bright, funny and I can hold a conversation with her. She lights up the room with her smile and her eyes twinkle when I kiss her. She's my equal in every way and I can't bear to be apart from her but this thing with Em is doing exactly that. I need to find her, she's in London somewhere, wouldn't you know. I've got a friend that I think can help me. And once I know where she is I can get the divorce sorted out and finalised. Then Jo better watch out as I'm going to snatch her up and make her mine permanently. Death will not even part us, we will be united forever. I've never known love like this, it's all encompassing."

"She sounds perfect." Nick said, as he sat down in a chair opposite his brother.

"She is."

"And I guess I'll never get to meet her."

"Why? I have complete faith that Jo will stay true to me."

"You said that last time."

"She loves me, Nick, with all of her heart. I can see it in her eyes when she talks to me, I feel it in her body when she holds me and kisses me and when we make love ... I've never connected with a woman like I do with Jo."

"Then you best find Little Miss Emily Saunders and get the bitch to set you free."

"Is that your way of telling me to get lost and do what I need to do."

"It is, you've got to drive back to London yet and it would be much easier if you did that before rush hour starts this end."

"Thanks Nick." Guy put his hand up for Nick to shake.

Nick grabbed at it, eager for the contact, "No, it's thanks to you, little brother. Without you coming and nearly breaking my arm this morning I wouldn't be here now. We have a long way to go but at least we've made a start."

"For mum." Guy said.

"For mum." Nick agreed. "Now go, go and get that girl of yours, get married, have lots of nieces and nephews for me to look after and above all, make her happy."

"I will. Bye Nick. Bye Mum." He blew his mum a kiss before walking from her room and the hospice. A couple of hours later he was back in London and walking up to the front doors of the police station that employed Jo. Within minutes he was directed to DCI Hood's office, knocking and waiting to be called in once he had arrived. "DCI Hood?"

"Robert, please. I think it's allowed considering your attachment to my DI. How are things, Guy?"

"Good."

"And your situation with Jo?

"Frayed. I have to get a divorce from my previous wife. We've been estranged for eight years so I can't see a problem with the actual mechanics of it. I just need to find her. I've been up to Leicester this morning and I've found out that she's in London somewhere. She relocated a number of years ago with an investment banker by the name of Phillip Rowland, changed her name too."

"And you want my help to find her?"

"I did think that you may be able to help, I could go through vice but missing persons is hardly their thing."

"What were her previous names?"

"You'll help?"

"Of course," Robert nodded, "you didn't think I'd let you flounder. That girl needs someone to look after her and if that means helping you to get the ball rolling then I will do all I can."

"Thank you. Her name was Emily Saunders before she married me, then obviously Emily Gisborne."

"And you have no idea what she'd have changed it too."

"No, none. She said that her old name didn't befit her new lifestyle."

"That sounds like the kind of thing a girl I know would say," Robert grinned thinking about Marion, "do you have a picture of her, something that we could show this Rowland to see if he recognises her?"

"Yes, here." Guy pulled out the dog eared picture he had found in his apartment earlier; he'd stopped off on the way to the station to retrieve it, knowing that Robert would probably need to have something. He passed over the picture. "What's up?" Guy asked, concerned as Robert continued to take in the portrait before him. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Robert caught Guy's gaze. "I have. The woman in the picture? It's Marion!"
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